Page 5 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

She pulls my mouth back down to hers, desperate to kiss me like she can’t get enough.

That makes two of us.

I pull away, kissing down her neck, and growl in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine, “That’s my girl. Use me.”

Her head falls back, and I know I’ll remember the moan she lets slip out until the day I die. I want to hear it every single fucking day. Over and over.

We can be friends and do this. Right?

Taking control, I grip her tight as I ravage her lips, grinding my hard dick against her at a punishing speed.

Until I feel her hand snake down my chest, whispering against my lips

“Put me down.”

Shit, I hope that wasn’t too much. I obey straight away, sliding her back down to stand on the floor, watching for a sign. Her fingers brush down my chest, until they rest on my fly, a question in her eyes.

My brain can’t form words, so I nod in reassurance and watch as she makes quick work of releasing my hard cock from his denim prison. Her warm hand grips him tight, and my brain short circuits at the contact. She pumps him gently, once, twice, three times before she looks back up at me.

“This OK?”

“Fuck yes,” I manage to hiss out. I can barely think. This can’t be real. It’s gotta be a dream. Her warm hand touching me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

How can I go back to my hand after knowing how good it is to have her gripping my cock?

I can’t help the loud groan that escapes as Haven’s thumb brushes over the wet tip.

“Baby, you keep doing that, and I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

My cheeky minx does it again before biting my lip.

I need to touch her. Feel her. Is she wet for me? What does she taste like?

The burning need to consume every inch of her rips through me, and I twist, angling myself a little and moving my hand to her shorts. She moans as I flick open the top button and slide my hand down.

“This OK?” I repeat her words back to her, and her nod is frenzied as my fingers brush past her soft curls.

Fuck. Me.

I bury my face into her sweet smelling neck, my lips trailing back up to whisper in her ear “dare you to fuck my fingers.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Her lips surge back to mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as I plunge a finger into her for the first time.

She’s so wet. So tight. She feels so good—too good.

A tingle shoots up my spine, the warning sign that I’m about to explode. I want to make her come first. No, I need to make her come first.

I slide in a second finger, her husky moan almost making me lose control. Picking up the pace, I plunge my fingers in and out of her, frantic with need.

Our ragged breaths and the noises her wet pussy is making surround us in the dark.

I reach for her top with my free hand, lifting it and lowering her bra to lick one of her nipples, determined to make her come before I explode all over her hand.

My balls feel so damn tight, but I’m fighting to hang on.

She’s close. I hear it in the way she’s breathing.

Sucking that peak into my mouth, I graze it with my teeth, and she whimpers as she squeezes my dick, pumping it with a desperation matching my own.

She tightens around my fingers, gripping them, and I swear I almost see stars. I release her nipple and move up to her neck, nibbling, sucking, biting, wanting to hear her moan for me.

“Let go, Sprinks. Let me feel you come,” I whisper against her lips before plunging my tongue back into her mouth, her electric energy zapping my blood with the contact.

Suddenly someone outside turns the light back on, and I pull my hand back in shock before I take in her flushed cheeks and wild purple hair. Her lips are plumper and redder than I’ve ever seen them, and I get a deep satisfaction knowing I did that.

Goddamn. She was right there. I almost made her come.

Her wild gaze connects with mine before it moves down to my open jeans, and I see the same burning need I feel. She wants more too.

I lower my head, my mouth drawn to hers by some invisible force, when a bang on the door has us springing apart.

“Time’s up, lovebirds,” Lucas shouts from the other side.

I want to murder him. I forgot all about the party, the people outside, and the seven minute time limit.

Haven’s already frantically fixing her clothes and trying to tidy her hair, and that’s when I catch a glimpse of a red mark on her neck.

Did I do that when I bit her ?

Not that it matters. She’s mine, and I have to find a way to kiss her again. This can’t be it.

I need her, and now I know she needs me.

My phone chimes beside me, snapping me back to the present. I growl in frustration, my rock-hard cock pulsing in my grasp. I wasn’t even aware I’d pulled it out of my sweatpants lost in memories of her.

Fucking traitor.

I glare down at my main man. He knows better. He was just as fucking broken when she left.

“Cold shower for you, asshole.”

I need to forget. I can’t go down this road again. I know it ends in disaster for me.

Remembering the aftermath from when she left, my blood simmers, this time with memories of pain. Of rage.

This is what I need. I need to hold onto the bad memories, the hurt she left me with. To remember that ultimately, I’ll end up alone.

I don’t do love. I won’t do love.

Love leaves you a broken shell of a man drowning in a sea of loneliness.

Boner. Officially. Dead.

A second chime interrupts my thoughts, drawing my attention to the phone beside me.

Mom

Axel, where are you?

Mom

***

Hell. I was meant to take her to the hardware store. I jump up from the sofa and run to the sink to wash my hands.

Me

Be there in ten. Sorry, running late.

Hurricane Haven’s been back in town for three days, and she’s already fucking with my head and my plans.